last night

some say you have to first lose yourself to find yourself.

i've lost myself.
and i found you.
and seemed to have lost myself again.
in you.

this afternoon.

i'm reminded of all the many different ways you make me believe , just by the way i catch you looking at me.
did you notice i was looking back ?

relative escapism

you are that honesty when i am in lacking.
that ever raising platform which transforms me; the thought ingrained in well within my soul.

i need to escape and find this thing we call, eternity.
it's just a door way away.
it's not the opening that's the problem, it's the getting there.

day 1.

who am i kidding. i miss you.

i can't breathe. dido.

today, i am not myself.
i am tired.
i feel lost.
uninspired.

the idea is that if you have lost yourself, you need to find yourself again. this time, i need You to find me.

i'm writing on you.

i met an angel and she said that she'd be lost.
i took her home and found her beauty beyond my own measure.
her name cannot be said; for there was no way for my human lips to say it.
but i know the language she was speaking, for that angel was speaking into my heart.
and i understood her.

tonight, i sleep with an angel.

senseless

i have so much to ask. so much to say. so much to question. so much to wonder. so much to figure out. so much to discover. so much to fall in love with.

i have so much to discover.
about the stars in your galaxy and milky ways across your path.
about the valleys to which your heart sees and mountain peaks to where your soul sits.
about the great ocean of your mind and the depths of your spirit.

i have said too much.
let your love be strong.

st. christmas.

an angel found herself into the house of God; accompanied by joy and harmony.
there, they witnessed the proceedings of man - followed with His Glory.
there, they sang and danced, laughed and cheered.
they played the games children played and did the things children do.

what a glorious day.
a tear of joy in my heart.

i will

i will search the deeper things of you.
i will seek the path which leads to the inner beings of your soul and love you. like no other.
i will find the hurt and turn your sorrow into joy; tears into rain.
and we will embrace the rain. like no other.

i will call you from afar; the distance will set me closer.
i will see your face in the walls of my room and the shadows of my sleep.
i will shower you with words, and you will decide the stems to choose from.
and you will make them your own.

goodnight,love.

the mess of me

i've discovered in ways unimagined that perscription drugs and medication can only do so far in making you better.

if you want real healing, let the hands of another, designed by the Utmost High take care of you in your time of sickness.

that's true healing. i believe.

december is a time to remember Me; it;'s the least you can do.

a father to the fatherless, a promise to the end of time.
taking away what i cannot afford to bear and presenting a gift to which i am suppose to.

forgive me to how i've gone astray.
we will remember.

inspired

today, i am inspired by love and driven by hate. the unorthodox paradoxical impressions to which we all live in.

love and hate live and co-exist together; in a scale of harmony, balanced between the notions of life and death. decisions and actions. to which at times, one will take over the other. and that's alright.

because, just like all things, it manages to find its balance once again.
but all in all; love conquers all.

* bloom.

toodle.s

it's the season to be rejoicing. the known emotion to be embracing.
and the time of the month to be reducing:

ourselves
our greed
our needs and wants
our selfishness


welcome back, cousin

flowers for you.

the battles we fight with ourselves are oftenly lost alone.

a bunch of jargon

as we move walking forward, let me fall back into you.

the battle rages on

daily, we fight battles and commence wars; if not with each other, within ourselves.

hide

i'm confiding in this. hiding away. sheltering myself.
i'm fearful. afraid. and alone in these thoughts.

will you come save me ?

99

there are probably 99 ways to saying, i love you, but possibly only one way of meaning it.
allow me to show you how.

when we see things in a different light

selfishly.

i want to see myself in your eyes and be the one who tastes your lips while others are only allowed to stop and stare.

as a child understands love.

the one thing which they will never understand is how i could love you the way that i do. i plan to keep it that way:

the least you understand, the more you feel with your heart and not your mind.

hi, before i go to bed.

if you know who you are, you know that my words to you have become eternity in your heart, as they have become pillars unto mine.

let these words rest in the corners of your mind and speak to your soul unlike any other words you have come across, they may not be much, but they mean more to me because i have written them for you; let us begin.

i've come to find that this beauty of yours stems beyond the surface of your skin, but internally, eternally through the heart of your spirit.

a letter to God

you found me at my weakest and loved me nonetheless , though i was and am still a part of this world, you watch over me like the rest.
you grace abounds and your mercy runs, it overflows as the rising suns,
a contradiction, paradox, an analogy to run history; i am grieved by my own debauchery.

hello, God. I need to meet you.

lamp posts are made for you and me.

people don't understand what i'm saying to you, because they refuse to open up.
and that's how they lose out.

i find you to be a light at night when all's dark.

ufo.

this is the part where i long for you during the ungodly hours of the morning and think of the ways to make you think of me.

this is how i miss you.

sometimes, i think good friends are hard to find.

let me retrace the steps we used to take, the places we used to go, and never let me forget the way you loved me.

never

let me retrace the steps we used to take yesterday and never let me forget the way you love me today. never.

words being all i have

let these words find itself strong within eternity; everlasting. figured by the presence of history for the knowing of those to come: i love you.

as the sky falls down.

everyday, we walk streets and cross by people who we haven't fallen in love with yet.

thought log 1

i have found the greatest joy in the simplest things, in the shortest of words and the smallest of gestures.

and the birds fly higher.

and though the richest of this world could be seemingly feel more appealing,

i'd rather escape off to an island with you.

where the richest of the sand counts more than gold,
the breeze from the ocean feels better than silver on my skin,
and having you to dwell with becomes more to life which money cannot buy.

i quote the living./

my home is in heaven and everything i build here is temporary.

steve wise

i'm in the scene of a dead man's dream

i think the best way to kill yourself is to have everyone around you die; and let loneliness haunt you.

that's murder.

dead poets society.

why would i need to quote great words of love, inspiration, hope and bullshit of dead poets and of great men when this mind, hand and heart can conjure so much more ?

i was thinking about this in the car on my way to work:

people like to now the end from the beginning; the tomorrow from today.



i'm different: this is different.


i want to ignore and possibly forget the end - the existence of an end - and create new beginnings, today.

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of all the people i've come to learn and love ,

i will miss you the most; you've breathed in new life in me.

the equation to your problems.

a sense of realisation:

trials, tribulations, errors, mistakes, disappointments and problems = INEVITABLE .

our attitudes, perceptions and actions towards the INEVITABLE = variable .

a positive variable application/view/distinction to the INEVITABLE = endless possibilities.



Your choice.

simple beauty.

if we seek to find beauty in the known, we are anticipating the invited.
however, if we allow ourselves to stumble upon beauty in the unknown, we have surely invited the unanticipated.

i think you're beautiful.

cravings.

what kind of father would i be ?

food for thoughtss

saying goodbye isn't as difficult as saying hello again after goodbye.

imiss you.

i'd give up one more day to have one more moment with you; even if it meant we had nothing to talk about, but only had silence as our companions.

in for a long time

show me how your heart bleeds and i will show you the way it's meant to bleed : with my arms abound and heart closer to it.

how you reminded me. pong

there is no such thing as failure; only learning experiences. thank you.

hello december

you remind me a lot on pretty lights and busy streets. people whisking by, cars and traffic lights.
of giving away things you have and wanting things you wish you could have. your time should have been called the end of the beginning as well as the beginning of the end.

your hands share with me heart break and your mind for the lost. the lonely, the homeless and the hungry. the need for lights at the end of the tunnel.

hello, december.

i found. you.

and if you were the apple of a tree, i'd jump beyond my ability to jump and get you. even if it meant defying physics and learning to fly.

here's to you, the apple of my eye.

As you leave stone cold hearted softly.

help. i think i need some rescueing.
could you play the superhero this time ?
i'm not a damsel, but surely am distressed.

you know where i am

N

i'm sitting at the bus stop of life, and i think i'm missing the bus that would eventually get me out of here.

Have faith. If not a bus, then a train.
God, you are merciful.

in a dream therewas.

i've seen you before. in my mind, in this heart, in this lifetime or the ones before me.
i've spoken to you before. between our souls, through these lips, we have touched.
i've heard your words before. just like your thoughts, your dreams , i've heard them all.
but still , there is so much more I don't quite know of and about you.
i'm listening.
& waiting.

keys and locks and pads and rocks.

here i am. so close yet so far. did you find the key i left in your back pocket ? or did you leave it at my front door ? either or, i'm going to lay you down on the floor tonight.

hey love,

and there i will find you in a letter; hidden between words and phrases.
or through a photograph, in a still captured moment.
maybe in a thought, a day dream or possibly even, if must, in a nightmare.

i will trace every clue which will lead me back to you.

the idea

originality.

a word which exists in the dictionary and books, but lacks truth in our world today.

the days

yesterday was long, dead and gone, but still traces come back to you.
today is here and now, and yet we find ourselves stuck in our yesterdays.
tomorrow is vaguely close but also distinctively far; that's what we're all hoping for.